About Last Night ......

[almost_russell]

Russell yawned as he stretched lazily, and snuggled up behind Beregond, still dead to the world. His eyes opened a little, and the first thing he saw was the angry bruise on his lover's neck. With a sharp intake of breath, the previous night's events came flooding back

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[guide_beregond]

Beregond slowly lifted from deep dreams, the kind that seem so clear and real while you're in them, but vanish quickly as you awaken.

Through his sleepy haze, he felt something on his back. Something very, very nice. He smiled, and managed to get his eyes halfway open. Russell was kissing the small of his back now. He reached one hand back, searching for his lover's hair, and brushed his fingers through it. He didn't want Russell to stop what he was doing, but he wanted to turn, see his face, hold him. It was a quandary.

And then he smelled coffee, and was that food, too? His stomach won out. He stretched, and turned towards Russell. "Morning. Or is it?" He squinted towards the window, wondering if it was morning or night. "Did I sleep long?"

[almost_russell]

Russell smiled against Beregond's back, shivering as his hand ran through his hair. He placed a kiss on his hip as he turned over, then moved up his body to find his lips. He pulled away after a long, slow kiss, smiling. "It's way into the afternoon, and we both slept for nearly 12 hours."

He sat up on the bed, handed his friend a coffee, and put the plate of pastries on the bed, feeling a little deja vu at the thought that once again, he was fully clothed while Beregond was naked. Another reminder of last night.

"How are you feeling?" He asked casually.

[guide_beregond]

Beregond sipped his coffee, taking a mental inventory of how he felt. Less achey that he would have expected after last night, but he did have some sore spots. As he raised his cup to his lips, he was shocked to see the state his wrists were in. He didn't want Russell to feel bad about that - Beregond didn't regret a moment of their evening, as intense as it was. He set the cup on the nightstand, and tried to casually slide his hands under a turn of the blanket.

"I'm feeling in love. That's what matters."

[almost_russell]

Russell watched Beregond carefully, and his breath caught as he saw his lover try and hide his damaged wrists. He shook his head and looked at him, eyes soft with concern. "That's not all that matters."

He reached out, and took Beregond's hands in his, resting them on top of the blanket. "If you're really okay with what happened last night, please don't try to hide anything."

His thumbs moved in gentle circles on his friend's palms. "I love you too much to ever make you do anything against your will. Tell me you don't want this, and it stops right here, right now, no regrets."